Disclaimer:I don't own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters. This is only a fan story written by an adoring fan of the Vincent & Yuffie paring!

This is the chapter that welcomes the M rating! Sorry, this chapter got a bit out of control length wise. Totally worth it!

Blame the Alcohol

Cloud knocked on the front door of the tiny building Yuffie called home. It was the only door and Vincent was growing more and more nervous about seeing the inside of the building. The outside was built with cheap wood and cement. A building obviously built by the ninja herself and Vincent was afraid to think about their sleeping matters if they ended up staying the night.

The door opened and Yuffie gave a half smile to Tifa and Cloud. She noticed another body standing next to Cloud. When she finally reached the crimson red eyes of her friend Vincent Valentine her entire being froze. Many years had passed since she took the risk of leaving her friends. She often imagined seeing those red eyes again.

"V…Vincent," Yuffie whispered as she lowered her head to escape the hold his eyes held over her. She stepped into her home and pulled the front door back with her movements.

Vincent stepped inside and wanted to jump with relief. The outside of the home was nothing to look at but the inside appeared to be a home for a young lady. A young lady obviously without the desire to make anything of herself.

"It's been a long time, Yuffie," he said. His attention to others never faded from his abilities and he caught the way she took a quick breath as he said her name. It would be rotten for him to work this reaction to his advantage. But Vincent was not the same man she once knew. "Yuffie, are you alright? It appeared as if you are having trouble breathing, Yuffie. Do you need some help? Yuffie?"

"Stop it!" She finally broke and fell to her knees. Cloud and Tifa jerked their heads to see her on the ground. Vincent kneeled down on one knee only a short distance away from where she was shaking. "Why did you come here?"

"You're broken, Yuffie," he said. He reached forward and placed a hand gently on her cheek and waited. Once her face leaned into his touch he rubbed his thumb against her face softly. "What do you need?"

"I…I don't know, Vincent. I don't know," she said and tears fell.

Vincent smiled and moved his hand behind her head and pulled her forward to place her against his shoulder. He softly ran his fingers through her oddly, long hair and whispered in her ear. "I know how you feel. Will you let me stay so we can figure out what needs to happen?"

Her only answer was the way her hands moved to his chest and grasped tightly onto his shirt. No other words were needed to be exchanged between the friends. Cloud and Tifa expressed their best wishes and left their friends behind. The bottle of wine was also left behind for good luck.

"Yuffie, would you like some wine?" Vincent asked when he turned around from closing the door. She was waiting only a couple steps from where he stood. She gave a worried look over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I haven't drank alcohol since we had the celebration for our win against Deepground," she said and bit her bottom lip.

"Then you will only get a small amount," he said and took her hand to pull her as he walked back into the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet and filled one half way. He filled the other with half the amount of the first. "A toast to fixing us."

"It seems you're already fixed," Yuffie said and raised her glass. Then she tossed the tiny bit of wine back like it was a heavy shot of alcohol. A tiny smile touched her lips. "I forgot how good Tifa's wine was."

Vincent looked at the bottle and read the name of the drink. Good Dreams. "If this is what I'm thinking only a couple more and you'll be gone. Tifa doesn't go light on most of her drinks named after anything happy."

Yuffie smiled and moved her glass closer to Vincent. "Hit me."

Vincent knew it wasn't wise to give a depressed person alcohol, but he planned to watch over her every minute of the night. He gave her a little more than he allowed for the first glass.

"Yuffie, have you been doing anything other than sulking lately?" Vincent asked before she was too lost to answer him.

Yuffie looked into the glass holding her drink and took a slow breath. "I tried doing a couple things to fight off this when it started threatening me. I tried to grow a garden but that required patience I couldn't find. I thought about stealing materia again, but no one really carries it anymore unless they work for WRO. There was a patch of art I attempted, but that started allowing me to express myself in a new way and kicked the door open. Vincent, I was there when you were in the middle of your own problems and watched as you stepped away! How did you do that and why can't I?!" Yuffie hit the top of her table in anger and buried her face into her arms to let a couple tears of frustration fall.

"The biggest struggle I carried was always holding the guilt and misery inside me. A part of those feelings came directly from Omega and Chaos. Once those demons were gone, it was a lot easier," he said and poured her some more alcohol. "I also had the help of seeing my friends and learning to be with them. I wasn't always one to talk to others, but having you by my side made some of those moments passable."

Yuffie sipped more of her drink and looked to him with her eyebrow slightly raised to play along with the smirk she revealed when her glass was placed on the table again. "I'm sure I gave you more reason to run than gave you reason to stay around."

Vincent shook his head. "You're blind to your own abilities, Yuffie. Your smile gave me hope in this world and your laughter often broke my own smile free. Yuffie, I could not have made it to the person I am today without your help."

"Vincent," Yuffie sighed his name and walked away to escape his sight. But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a stop. She turned to look at him with slight worry on her face. "Vincent, what are you doing?"

"I hate it," he said and stepped forward. She continued to back from him until he pinned her to the kitchen's wall. As her body stopped escaping him, he moved to whisper into her ear. "Why are you calling me by name?"

"Vincent, what are you talking about?" Yuffie asked. She was finding it more and more difficult to breathe calmly. "This is not normal!"

"Oh, don't I know it," he whispered with a lick to her ear. He felt her body freeze all over except for the chill he could almost feel up and down her spine. He placed his hand on her hips and pulled her body to his own. The blush on her face was a welcoming sign to show he was doing everything right. "Yuffie, have you had too much to drink?"

"Not enough to allow me to say no," she said and took his hand. She pulled him in a rush to her bedroom and shoved him onto his back on her bed. She crawled on top of his body to straddle him and leaned forward to place her lips hard against his own. "But enough to be able to forget if needed."

Vincent reached between their bodies and untied her sweatpants as she unbuttoned his shirt. He wouldn't allow her to move the material off his arms before he was able to tease her with soft touches from his fingers. His rubbing grew as she gasped in pleasure. As he dipped his fingers inside he heard her let out a gasp much stronger than any he ever heard before.

"First time?" he asked. What he felt inside gave him his answer, but he wanted to hear the words out of her own mouth.

"I've never wanted anyone," she hissed and rocked her hips against his fingers. They continued to wiggle inside her and a quick moan left her lips. "Vincent! Don't stop!"

Vincent glared at her and slowed his fingers as punishment. "What did you call me?"

Suddenly, all the lights and knowledge to his actions filled her mind. She never called him by his full name. "Vinnie!"

"There we go!" he said with excitement and returned his fingers to their fast motions. Before she could come he moved his mouth to her center and dipped his tongue inside as deep as he could. She screamed so loud he was thankful she was outside the area away from all the other people in the city. The taste of her was amazing and he couldn't imagine a better gift.

Vincent let Yuffie close her eyes as she took in the feel of her first time before she started moving again. A greedy smile appeared on his lips as she tugged at his belt. The look on his face faltered for only a second.

"Don't hate me in the morning for this," he said when she caught his worry.

"Blame the alcohol," Yuffie reminded him and they continued their fun. Yuffie was allowing Vincent to enter into a place he could only dream about.